GIOVANNI’S POVFor some reason, Bianca had stopped letting me drive, so I had to sit in the passenger seat and glare outside the window when all I actually wanted was to do something with my hands. I hated having nothing to do.“I saw your biggest fan yesterday,” Bianca said, snapping me out of my restlessness. Biggest fan? Who could that be? I had a lot of fans—people enjoyed my travel blogs, and I was a Moretti; things like that tended to happen—but I didn’t know how Bianca judged them well enough to determine that one was the biggest. Well, except Luca. He was the only one I’d believe to be my biggest fan.“Who? And how do you know they’re my biggest fan? I have millions,” I subtly bragged. Bianca made a face at me before answering, her eyes steadfast on the road. I always wondered why people treated driving like a serious job. To me, driving was like walking—it should be casual and relaxing, without the need to monitor the road so much.Everyone I’d ever driven with complained abo
GIOVANNI’S POVWhat Bianca needed to do, unfortunately, involved Darren, and they both strolled into her office, talking about something I obviously didn’t understand. Business etiquette demanded that I shouldn’t enter along with them.“Toss me your employee card, Darren,” I said, making grabby hands. He looked at me in confusion, and I rolled my eyes, walking toward him to remove it myself.“Hey, wait, what do you need my card for?” he asked, guarding it like it was a million-dollar check.“I want to explore, and they’d think I’m a customer if I don’t use your card,” I replied, still trying to pry it out of his tightly closed hands. Bianca smiled mischievously, and I became slightly worried.“If you let him take it from you, you can forget your Christmas bonus,” she said, folding her arms and grinning. I glared at her. What kind of sister-in-law did this to her beloved brother?“If you touch my bonus, I’ll smother you in your sleep,” Darren shot back, stepping away with his hands wou
GIOVANNI’S POV"Giovanni, I absolutely need your help!""What is it? What's up?" I asked, my tone filled with worry. Did someone from the Crimson Hand come back for revenge? Was my brother alright? Countless scenarios ran wild in my head, and I stood rooted to the spot, bracing for his words to be my order for operation."I want to take Charlie around the world for a bit. What are the most romantic spots you know?" he asked. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. If he had been in front of me, I would have strangled him for using such a serious tone over something so trivial."Hello? Giovanni, are you there?" he asked again. I was this close to hanging up and blocking his number."You made me worry for no reason, you absolute dumbass!" I whisper-yelled.Fortunately for him, he seemed chagrined, so I could at least consider forgiving him in this lifetime.“I’m sorry. So, any idea for the most romantic spots?” he asked again, like a stubborn monkey. I supposed he wasn’t aware of just
GIOVANNI’S POVI trailed the man with measured steps, keeping a healthy distance while still ensuring I wouldn’t lose him. He moved with a certain odd confidence, radiating an aura that should be reserved for the owner of the building herself.He stopped at a sleek black door that led to one of the private offices. The building was huge and full of mysteries, and who was I to resist investigating things that weren’t my business? I watched from a shadowed corner as he swiped his card to unlock it. His card was surprisingly also gold-plated.This meant he was on the same level as Darren, as no other person I had seen so far had a gold-plated card. The woman from earlier had probably automatically assumed I was Darren when she saw my gold plate because I was a bit too short to be mistaken for the man’s height. How important. It was interesting that there was someone as valuable to Bianca as Darren was, yet I hadn’t seen or heard about him since I’d been sitting through their random serio
GIOVANNI’S POVLike an active metronome, my head swiveled frantically between the direction he was walking from and the phones on the desk, willing him to slow down. Just as his footsteps began to come too close for comfort, the decryption was done. I slinked into the shadows again with my phone, a celebration party going on in full swing in my mind. I couldn’t wait to examine what I had found.The man sat in his seat and turned on his desktop. I decided to wait a little longer; he could still do something potentially more incriminating. Staying turned out to be a mistake that would scar me for quite some time.His phone rang again, and he picked it up, his other hand moving a mouse quickly, clicking like he wanted to power up a nuclear reactor. It was a feminine voice again, and it was similar enough to the previous voice that it was safe to assume it was Toria once more.I leaned in closer, trying to see him better. Unfortunately for me, he turned off the weak little light—one that
GIOVANNI’S POVI let out a long, exhausted sigh. I needed a three-hour soak in the bathtub after what I had just witnessed. Sure, the information I gained was valuable, but in light of the consequences, it almost wasn’t worth searing it into my brain forever.I quickly checked the recording on his phone. Yep, it caught everything; The gross noises, Toria’s weird power trip, and the allusion to ruining Bianca. I wondered why they hadn’t suspected him all this time. He worked in a shady, dark environment with barely any open windows, and no one seemed to think about mentioning him. He was utterly suspicious, and I needed to educate Bianca on environmental safety if he didn’t even cross her mind as the mole.The decrypted call would be listened to by all of us at once. I wanted the element of shock, too. In fact, I deserved it after all I went through.The elevator dinged, and I stepped out, feeling a slight fear and trepidation. What if my brother found out I technically disobeyed Bianc
GIOVANNI’S POV“He was our first official hired designer, and he’s been with us from the start,” Darren said, crossing his legs and leaning back in his seat regally.I rested my chin on my hand, contemplating. It was no wonder they hadn’t suspected him; it was almost inconceivable to think that someone they had worked with for so long was the one betraying them.“But why is his office super far away?” I asked, leaning forward involuntarily, unable to resist the opportunity to stare at Darren from a closer position. He seemed to notice and cruelly shifted further into his desk, obstructing my view with a vindictive look on his face. The audacity of the scoundrel.“Because he requested it. He doesn’t like publicity. But how and why was he moaning and talking dirty in your general vicinity?” He diverted, raising the most judgmental eyebrow I had ever seen. Even my brothers couldn't rival this. The look on his face told me that I would be forsaking the “benefits” part of our arrangement i
GIOVANNI’S POVAfter listening to the call in its entirety, we decided to decrypt everything else. Ethan had a wife at home, a wife who loved him; her tone and the things she said made it clear she cared about him. He had dismissed her; clearly, his infatuation lay somewhere else—with Toria.That realization only made Bianca angrier with him, and I could understand why. She was a victim of a cheating husband too, but I thought her situation was much better. At least Toria wasn’t married to another man then.I enjoyed debating how to handle the situation with Bianca and Darren. They were intellectuals, everyone knew it, but the way they decided to begin the conversation further proved their intellectual acumen.“Bring him up; let him stay in your office,” I said, leaning back in my chair. They had dropped important points, and I tallied them all together to make a plan. Bianca snarled in disgust.“And why would I do that? I’m better off not seeing him. If I do, I could strangle him,” s
To all the incredible readers who have joined me on this journey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a part of this adventure. Your unwavering support, love, and enthusiasm have made every word worth writing, and I can’t express how grateful I am for each one of you who picked up EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before. I’ll forever have a soft spot for Bianca, Alessandro, Richardo, and, of course, Luca, my baby, whose strength, vulnerability, and complexities grew with every page. And, of course, I didn’t forget my two gays—Darren and Giovanni. Gosh, I love them! Ever
RICARDO’S POVThe man I was a year ago would probably hate me now—or at least laugh at how far I’d fallen.Standing in the warm kitchen of the villa, with the scent of fresh herbs and garlic wafting through the air, I stirred the pot of sauce absentmindedly. Linda was sitting at the island, flipping through some magazines and occasionally humming to herself. She looked up every now and then to check on me, smile always at the ready.“I still can’t believe you cook,” Linda said, her voice lilting with playful disbelief as she rested her chin on her palm. She sat at the island like it was her throne, watching me work.“You’ve known for months,” I replied without looking up, though I couldn’t stop the slight twitch of a smile tugging at my lips.“Knowing and believing are two different things,” she said dramatically as if the mere thought of me wielding a spatula were too much to process. “I mean, come on. You, Ricardo Moretti, slayer of gangsters, protector of secrets, simmering marinar
THIRD PERSON POVLinda stared at the bouquet in her hands, utterly baffled. Roses, hydrangeas, and something that looked suspiciously like a baby's breath. It was the kind of bouquet people bought when they were trying to make a statement. The most ridiculous part was that her fans hadn’t been the ones to send it to her.She glanced up at him, her brooding, possibly homicidal boyfriend — he had become less homicidal, she had to give that to him — standing there like he hadn’t just handed her the boldest floral arrangement she’d ever seen.“You bought me flowers?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.His sharp, dark eyes flicked to her, then away, as though he were scanning the room for an escape route. His usual cool, unshakable demeanor had cracked just enough to reveal the faintest hint of discomfort. “Yes.”Linda squinted at him, holding the bouquet to her chest like he might snatch it away. “Are you dying?”“No.”“Did you do something terrible and now you’re trying to soften
RICARDO’S POVThe soft hum of the phone ringing cut through the tension in the air. I was elbow-deep in chaos, surrounded by the thick stench of gunpowder and the distant, muffled screams of men who were just realizing that their time was up.My team and I had spent the last few hours cleaning up the mess of corrupt gangsters who thought they could cross me. The usual mix of quick punches, fast moves, and lethal precision had done the job, but as always, it was the aftermath that lingered.I swiped my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, not even checking the ID. The ringtone was familiar enough; she had forced Rises the Moon on me herself, so I knew who it was. My lips involuntarily quirked as I lifted the phone to my ear.“Go for Ricardo,” I said coolly, stepping over the body of a man who’d decided to fight rather than run. “What’s up?”“Hey, you!” Her voice came through the phone, a little cracked but still unmistakable; the reception in the shitty warehouse couldn’t keep me fr
BIANCA’S POVI adjusted my blazer, glancing at Darren with a calm expression as we approached the visitor’s room. I’d been prepared for this moment, mentally rehearsing every word I’d say, ever since the beautiful day of his and the Dobres' downfall. Darren walked beside me – sauntered really – with the countenance of someone ready to kill a man. I would have liked to complain, but his protective presence was a comforting reminder that I wasn’t facing this alone.When we entered, Matteo was already there, sitting stiffly in one of the chairs. His once-pristine suit looked worn, almost threadbare, and there was a shadow of desperation in his eyes that hadn’t been there when he was the man I’d once known. The air of arrogance he used to carry was gone, replaced by something much smaller, much weaker.“Matteo,” I greeted evenly, my voice giving away nothing. I didn’t sit; he wasn’t worthy of being in a room where I was also seated in. Instead, I stood tall, my gaze unwavering as I let hi
BIANCA’S POV Three months later, I was halfway through drafting an email when the door to my office cracked open. “Mommy, can I come in?” Luca’s voice rang out, all sweetness and patience that I knew wouldn’t last long. I looked up from my desk to see my six-year-old poking his head around the door, his brown curls slightly mussed from running around. Behind him, Alessandro leaned casually against the doorframe, his usual composed demeanor tempered by the amused smile playing at his lips. “Are you alone?” I teased, arching a brow. “Or are you bringing trouble with you?” Luca giggled and stepped in, revealing Lazarro trailing behind him. The ten-year-old was holding a bag that looked suspiciously like it contained illegal items, but he was a ten-year-old, how much trouble could he bring along? “Trouble is relative,” Alessandro quipped, stepping into the room and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “And you’re the king of it,” I shot back with a smirk. Luca climbed onto my lap
ALESSANDRO’S POV“Looks like the future’s here,” Bianca murmured in reference to what the patriarch had said before, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. Her gaze was fixed on the Dobre patriarch, whose previously smug composure now seemed on the verge of crumbling.I tilted my head slightly and slipped a hand around her to bring her closer, unable to resist. “What a shame it’s not the one they envisioned.”Darren sauntered over with a large smile on his face, and I could relate to him. He had been wanting to release the information about Matteo for such a long time, and I was certain it felt like a balm on his wearied soul to finally enact revenge against the scum.“Showtime,” he said, just loud enough for us to hear. The crowd was awash with murmurs and people whispering loudly, clearly intending to target the Dobres and make sure they heard their speculations. Lumari was confused, Samuel was furious, and Toria was trying to play the good wife. The negative energy in the room had
ALESSANDRO’S POVI leaned against the marble pillar, my fingers drumming idly on the rim of my untouched champagne glass. The evening was a disaster. Not the catastrophic, bloody kind of disaster I was used to handling, but the sort of slow-burn chaos that made me wish I’d missed the whole spectacle in the first place.And of course, it all started with Giovanni.My younger brother’s camera crew was bustling around the room, shoving microphones and lenses into the faces of people who, mere minutes ago, had been dignified power players. Now, they were giddy fans jostling for selfies and sound bites, trying to get their good sides.Larisa was hanging on to my arm for dear life like I was going to fade away into dust if she didn’t, and irritation clawed up my throat. If Bianca had been beside me instead of this bitch, I would have been able to enjoy the look on the Dobre patriarch’s face as his revered gala became a celebrity meet-and-greet. I only had to wait a little; she was in the ro
LIMARI’S POVThe conversation had become a tangled mess of pleasantries, small talk, and carefully crafted smiles. It was all just so… predictable. I could feel the eyes on me, but not in the way I wanted. Tonight was supposed to be mine—mine to shine, mine to be the center of attention. I had worked hard for this, after all. I was the newest Dobre, the woman Samuel had chosen, the one who would help bring the family into the new age. I wasn’t just attending this gala; I was the gala.And yet, despite everything, my heart still thudded uneasily in my chest. The sensation wasn’t from Samuel, who stood tall beside me, a constant presence as calm as ever. No, the feeling came from Ricardo, Ricardo of all people, who, of course, had shown up looking effortlessly handsome, as though he hadn’t even tried. And, worse yet, he was with… her.Linda Collins.She stood beside him, the actress and writer who had quietly slipped into the crowd as though she owned it. People had already begun to rec